Reason #2,347,934,857,134 why I love the South

I knew when I got this transcript from Google Voice that this voicemail was gonna be good. . . .  "Hey Gary, This is Gabby from Information Services. I have a gentleman that he would talk to you if you could speak and not cheddar cheese, please. But this is due open this up his be on the other day wide open, and eighties he's fun. Hard to speak to people in and getting it worked. Has it. So, call us, so this is gamby come over to 2nd floor, it's Matt, and find his office and safety said we'll talk to you soon. Hope you get the message. I love your little message thing funny. Bye bye." What it really says:   "Hello Gary, this is Gabby from Information Services. I have a gentleman, uh, he would talk to you if he could speak and not chatter his teeth. hahaha! But he said you opened up his vent the other day wide open, and he's finding it hard to speak to people and get any words to come out (!!!), it's so cold. So, this is Gabby, come over to the second floor, it's Matt (lastname) and find his office and . . . fix it! hahaha! We'll talk to you soon. Hope you get the message. I love your little message thing. Ha. Funny. Bye bye." And, for those of you who haven't heard it, my "little message thing" is my singing M-E-S-S-A-G-E (to the tune of Aretha Franklin's RESPECT). . . . Apparently she didn't get the hint that I am not, in fact, a janitor at Baptist Hospital named Gary, but a female college student.